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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flipper,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Monolake,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Index,
Audionom,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Camouflage,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Stereo Dub,
Jimmy McGriff,
Motorama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.