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 Netherlands and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Chris Corsano 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Joy Division,
Faraquet,
10cc,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Laurel Aitken,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New York Dolls,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Index,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Pere Ubu,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Public Enemy,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.