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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
The Last Poets,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Maurizio,
The Human League,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Kayak,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
E-Dancer,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.