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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
10cc,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
The Blackbyrds,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
Heaven 17,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Oneida,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Don Cherry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nico,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.