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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Oneida to the electroclash 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
the Association,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moebius,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.