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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kevin Saunderson,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
ABBA,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Cramps,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Outsiders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Robert Hood,
Whodini,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
MDC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Television,
Terry Callier,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.