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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Public Enemy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Fraelich,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Names,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Ornette Coleman,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.