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 Slovakia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crash Course in Science to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Anakelly,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
The Martian,
Cymande,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
CMW,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Arcadia,
Pussy Galore,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Last Poets,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Görl,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.