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 Tonga and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Darondo to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Slave,
Skriet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Swans,
Popol Vuh,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.