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 Ghana and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
The Trojans,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Sällskapet,
Iggy Pop,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jawbox,
Kerri Chandler,
UT,
PIL,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
The Motions,
Moss Icon,
Can,
D'Angelo,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.