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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Lee Hazlewood,
Massinfluence,
K-Klass,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sonic Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Scratch Acid,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.