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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.