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 Qatar and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Organ,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
The Angels of Light,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Susan Cadogan,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
Ituana,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Robert Wyatt,
Japan,
The Smoke,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.