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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Radiopuhelimet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Doors,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Connie Case,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.