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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Derrick May,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drive Like Jehu,
AZ,
The Motions,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
The Toasters,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Silicon Teens,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.