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 Mongolia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Saccharine Trust,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Qualms,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gladiators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
David Axelrod,
Second Layer,
Arcadia,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.