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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Houston and London.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 a-ha to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Selecter,
the Slits,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wasted Youth,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Davy DMX,
Barbara Tucker,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
Skaos,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Lindisfarne,
Connie Case,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.