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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Divine Comedy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Leonard Cohen,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Yazoo,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Loose Ends,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.