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 Indonesia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 New Age Steppers to the electroclash 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet 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?
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Index,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
The Leaves,
The American Breed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Joensuu 1685,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
Reuben Wilson,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Monolake,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Angry Samoans,
John Foxx,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.