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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Fluxion,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
The United States of America,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Soft Machine,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.