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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a guitar 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
Flamin' Groovies,
Japan,
The Music Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Bang On A Can,
Skaos,
New Order,
June Days,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crooked Eye,
Neu!,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Moody Blues,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
Intrusion,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
AZ,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.