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 Somalia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Organ,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Reuben Wilson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hoover,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Shuggie Otis,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Thompson Twins,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Loose Ends,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Nirvana,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Trumans Water,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.