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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Swell Maps,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Cameo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Machine,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.