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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camberwell Now to the disco 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 marimba and a 808 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Shoche,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Quadrant,
Fear,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Ludus,
The Real Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
kango's stein massive,
The Neon Judgement,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Organ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Scion,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.