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 Egypt and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the grime 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Main Source,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
the Slits,
Urselle,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Wells,
Roxy Music,
Sight & Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Funkadelic,
Don Cherry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.