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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Derrick Morgan,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.