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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grauzone,
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Liliput,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.