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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tomorrow,
The Tremeloes,
Juan Atkins,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Oblivians,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
John Holt,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Swell Maps,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.