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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Zeros to the techno 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q65,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yazoo,
ABBA,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lungfish,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Carl Craig,
Rod Modell,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Brick,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.