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 Djibouti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Mumbai and Beijing.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
R.M.O.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Durutti Column,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
cv313,
Skaos,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Organ,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Aaron Thompson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Reed,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.