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 Palau and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Crime,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
MDC,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Radiohead,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Smog,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Mills,
T.S.O.L.,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
the Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Litter,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.