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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nik Kershaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an organ 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Television Personalities,
The Cowsills,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Jandek,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Sandy B,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The New Christs,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.