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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
ABBA,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Index,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
the Germs,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.