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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 a clarinet and a guitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
H. Thieme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Interpol,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.