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 Sierra Leone and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jerry's Kids to the grunge 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
Ice-T,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Hoover,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
Susan Cadogan,
Television,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Glenn Branca,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.