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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Throbbing Gristle,
Second Layer,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Invisible,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
The Slits,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
kango's stein massive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.