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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
a-ha,
John Holt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Skriet,
The J.B.'s,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Trumans Water,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
Quantec,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.