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 Argentina and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
These Immortal Souls,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Kinks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.