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 Iceland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Newcleus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gong,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
B.T. Express,
The Pretty Things,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Main Source,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pet Shop Boys,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.