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 New Zealand and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sun City Girls to the electroclash 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Main Source,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skaos,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
The Doobie Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Section 25,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.