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 Iran and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Womack,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
Desert Stars,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
X-101,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.