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 Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Pagans,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Pus,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.