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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
Bad Manners,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Pole,
Skarface,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slackers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
This Heat,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Magma,
Delta 5,
Todd Terry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Sam Rivers,
Tim Buckley,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.