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 St Lucia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
Ten City,
Eddi Front,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Trumans Water,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
X-101,
Wings,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Moss Icon,
Echospace,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
The Slackers,
Reagan Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Matthew Halsall,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.