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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Donny Hathaway to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Ten City,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Brass Construction,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Babytalk,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.