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 Uruguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Black Pus,
Spandau Ballet,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sam Rivers,
Lightning Bolt,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Qualms,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry's Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.