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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Kinks,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Ultra Naté,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Severed Heads,
MC5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alice Coltrane,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
Deepchord,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.