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 Belarus and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Cameo to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Colin Newman,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James White and The Blacks,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
MDC,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.