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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Dave Gahan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Deakin,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Sandy B,
Kas Product,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
DJ Sneak,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Sherman,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pierre Henry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Arcadia,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.