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 Switzerland and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Steve Hackett to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grey Daturas,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angry Samoans,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
EPMD,
The Standells,
Yaz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Bush Tetras,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Ituana,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.