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 Norway and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
The Martian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed,
Gabor Szabo,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Dave Gahan,
The New Christs,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Spoonie Gee,
Bauhaus,
Technova,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.