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 Maldives and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visage to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
kango's stein massive,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quadrant,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
David McCallum,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Eurythmics,
Slave,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moody Blues,
The Velvet Underground,
Mr. Review,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.