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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Cure to the dance 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Henry Cow,
Blake Baxter,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Flipper,
Index,
The Slits,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Tres Demented,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Absolute Body Control,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
T.S.O.L.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hot Snakes,
Television,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
John Coltrane,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Soulsonic Force,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.