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 Liberia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Freddie Wadling to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
The Slackers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Au Pairs,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Davy DMX,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angry Samoans,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
MC5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
The Monks,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
JFA,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
The Cowsills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.