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 India and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 The Standells to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Ludus,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
The Music Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
The Happenings,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Ohio Players,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.