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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Pere Ubu,
Massinfluence,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
The Index,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Wolf Eyes,
Sixth Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Zapp,
The Sound,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Fort Wilson Riot,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.