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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Chris Corsano,
Whodini,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
Popol Vuh,
Black Bananas,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Al Stewart,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
ABC,
The Residents,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The Human League,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Loose Ends,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.