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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Moon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
Deepchord,
John Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stetsasonic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.