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 Latvia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television Personalities to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Little Man,
Marshall Jefferson,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Popol Vuh,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
kango's stein massive,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
MC5,
Alphaville,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.