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 Laos and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Liliput to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mark Hollis,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Motorama,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Babytalk,
Terrestrial Tones,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Davy DMX,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Man Parrish,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
MDC,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.