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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the dance 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Pylon,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scratch Acid,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eve St. Jones,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Das Ding,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.