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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Slits to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Monks,
cv313,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Bad Manners,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Alphaville,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Radiohead,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.