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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the jazz 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Letta Mbulu,
the Normal,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
Hashim,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Procol Harum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.