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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Ten City 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Suicide,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
Dead Boys,
The Remains,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pylon,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Smiths,
Godley & Creme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Barracudas,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Joyce Sims,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.