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 Colombia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Alphaville,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Anthony Braxton,
Heaven 17,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.