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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Drexciya,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Rotary Connection,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Accadde A,
The Barracudas,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.