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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pole 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Aloha Tigers,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fortunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fall,
Nas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun City Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.