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 Tanzania and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
Unwound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
X-102,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Flamin' Groovies,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.