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 Fiji and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gichy Dan to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Drexciya,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
The Gap Band,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Aural Exciters,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
The Buckinghams,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Aswad,
UT,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.