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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
Agitation Free,
Moebius,
Susan Cadogan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Glenn Branca,
Tom Boy,
Spandau Ballet,
FM Einheit,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Bananas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.