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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
F. McDonald,
Ten City,
Slave,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yaz,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Hashim,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.