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 Russia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Reuben Wilson,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
The Residents,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flamin' Groovies,
Au Pairs,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Yaz,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scan 7,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Ponytail,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fugs,
Slave,
Scientists,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Grass Roots,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
CMW,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.