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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 June Days 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 Move. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Josef K,
Cheater Slicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Ultravox,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
OOIOO,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.