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 Zambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Shadows of Knight to the grime 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Jerry's Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Bob Dylan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Faraquet,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Wally Richardson,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
The Gun Club,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.