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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiohead,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
The Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Faust,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Adolescents,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Skaos,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Terry,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.