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 Korea South and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Supertramp to the techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Radiohead,
Qualms,
Surgeon,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Cymande,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Laurel Aitken,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
The Dirtbombs,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Delta 5,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tubeway Army,
48th St. Collective,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ronan,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.