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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
AZ,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Pagans,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Stooges,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.