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 Andorra and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dual Sessions,
ABBA,
Erasure,
Franke,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Peter & Gordon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Machine,
Sight & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.