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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick Morgan,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
Eddi Front,
Average White Band,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Technova,
Nico,
Oblivians,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Von Mondo,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Residents,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Arcadia,
Ituana,
The Remains,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Soft Cell,
Model 500,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.