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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Golliwogs,
Heaven 17,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Lower 48,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.