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 Madagascar and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Count Five to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
The Names,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.