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 Moldova and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Prunes,
KRS-One,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moby Grape,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Ice-T,
DJ Style,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.