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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 ABBA 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Connie Case,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Blossom Toes,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
the Human League,
David Axelrod,
Magma,
The Wake,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Smiths,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.