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 Grenada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 L. Decosne to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
T. Rex,
Crime,
The Residents,
Oneida,
Deepchord,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Cale,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Cameo,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eddi Front,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
Todd Terry,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
PIL,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.