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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
H. Thieme,
Judy Mowatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
MC5,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Sällskapet,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Organ,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Inner City,
Faraquet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
Ultravox,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Skaos,
Minor Threat,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.