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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Maleditus Sound,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Slick Rick,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric Dolphy,
Skaos,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
Todd Rundgren,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Soft Machine,
Dead Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Peter & Gordon,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Mission of Burma,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
World's Most,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Slave,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.