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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
The Pop Group,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Deadbeat,
UT,
Flamin' Groovies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Todd Terry,
Technova,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Outsiders,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.