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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Monks to the dance 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
Tubeway Army,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
Ultra Naté,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gong,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Nick Fraelich,
Organ,
the Association,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.