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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a harpsichord 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
U.S. Maple,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.