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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Johnny Clarke,
Gabor Szabo,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
L. Decosne,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bluetip,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Lakeside,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Rod Modell,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.