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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Rapeman,
Derrick Morgan,
Index,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxy Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Jerry's Kids,
Tim Buckley,
Deakin,
Dark Day,
Magma,
Nas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Michelle Simonal,
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.