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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the techno 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Massinfluence,
The Standells,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Minnie Riperton,
Patti Smith,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Slave,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.