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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Black Sheep to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
The Star Department,
Fad Gadget,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
The Names,
Wings,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
EPMD,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Connie Case,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Sam Rivers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Fatback Band,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.