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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
The Slits,
the Germs,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Metal Thangz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Silicon Teens,
One Last Wish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Faust,
Japan,
Sparks,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.