Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Can,
Motorama,
The Litter,
Camouflage,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Hoover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fear,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.