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 Madagascar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and an oboe 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
Warren Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Tears for Fears,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Leonard Cohen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Lower 48,
The Busters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
John Foxx,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review,
Cymande,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
L. Decosne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Yazoo,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.