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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Slits to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Marvin Gaye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
Danielle Patucci,
The Golliwogs,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
Byron Stingily,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.