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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Doors to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Black Flag,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
Radiohead,
The Remains,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Pulsallama,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
David McCallum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Human League,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.