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 Tuvalu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Audionom to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantaleimon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
Q and Not U,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Cluster,
The Cure,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tim Buckley,
Monks,
In Retrospect,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
FM Einheit,
David McCallum,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.