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 Chad and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Nico,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
Rekid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Little Man,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Adolescents,
The Toasters,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.