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 Kosovo and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Reagan Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Patti Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Halsall,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
UT,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hoover,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.