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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Moby Grape to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Index,
The Kinks,
Gang of Four,
Janne Schatter,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
The Remains,
Cheater Slicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
the Germs,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cure,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
The Sonics,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.