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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Faust,
The Martian,
Kas Product,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Bowie,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Unrelated Segments,
Sixth Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Metal Thangz,
Graham Central Station,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.