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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the disco 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-101,
Technova,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Duran Duran,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Gong,
Kerri Chandler,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warren Ellis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Smog,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rakim,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angry Samoans,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Black Sheep,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.