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 Jamaica and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Black Pus,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
the Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Organ,
Aswad,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Blossom Toes,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monks,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.