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 Paraguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Drexciya,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rakim,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Juan Atkins,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
Alphaville,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mantronix,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Scion,
ABC,
Joey Negro,
X-101,
Kayak,
Archie Shepp,
Japan,
June of 44,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Letta Mbulu,
MDC,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.