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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
Bauhaus,
John Cale,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
Pulsallama,
Mandrill,
The Stooges,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Tropical Tobacco,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Joensuu 1685,
Skriet,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Swans,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.