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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a 808 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Nas,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
Maleditus Sound,
Mars,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Star Department,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
CMW,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
E-Dancer,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Al Stewart,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.