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 Ireland and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Robert Görl,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
Vladislav Delay,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Mark Hollis,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Mission of Burma,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mantronix,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Lakeside,
PIL,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Traffic Nightmare,
The United States of America,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.