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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Pus,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
The Standells,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Whodini,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.