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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 FM Einheit to the techno 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Susan Cadogan,
Dawn Penn,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Leaves,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.