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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cluster to the disco 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Graham Central Station,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Au Pairs,
Television,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
X-101,
Surgeon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Icehouse,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Rufus Thomas,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
The Names,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.