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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Boredoms,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sight & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Grey Daturas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Skriet,
Marmalade,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.