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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kas Product,
Porter Ricks,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Roxy Music,
Public Image Ltd.,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Fad Gadget,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.