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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DNA,
Black Flag,
Sonic Youth,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Wire,
Excepter,
Mars,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Henry Cow,
kango's stein massive,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.