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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Cal Tjader,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
World's Most,
JFA,
Chris Corsano,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Tim Buckley,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Residents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Delta 5,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.