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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fire Engines to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Godley & Creme,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Barbara Tucker,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Stereo Dub,
Adolescents,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Christie,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Bluetip,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Boz Scaggs,
Yazoo,
The Blues Magoos,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Shoche,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.