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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Section 25 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Moebius,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
John Foxx,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
Television Personalities,
The Moody Blues,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti,
The Blackbyrds,
These Immortal Souls,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.