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 Laos and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fluxion,
Faust,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Qualms,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
Japan,
Minutemen,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.