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 Yemen and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Techniques,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agent Orange,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
The Fugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Pantaleimon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
The Cowsills,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T. Rex,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
X-101,
Suburban Knight,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.