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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hoover,
Bronski Beat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sound,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Loose Ends,
Pantytec,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
The Names,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
Gang Gang Dance,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Y Pants,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.