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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
PIL,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.