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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
The Busters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
The Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Anthony Braxton,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
The Blackbyrds,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
Jandek,
Livin' Joy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Amazonics,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mission of Burma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.