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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Suicide,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
The Monochrome Set,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
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.