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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
The Real Kids,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Techniques,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Deakin,
Circle Jerks,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.