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 Tunisia and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Jandek,
Fatback Band,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Country Teasers,
Brass Construction,
Altered Images,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
B.T. Express,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.