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 Estonia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a 808 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
The Techniques,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.