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 Belize and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brand Nubian,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Slick Rick,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Letta Mbulu,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.