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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Desert Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Organ,
The Mummies,
Monks,
MC5,
Lalann,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
Scientists,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.