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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Basic Channel,
Neil Young,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
The Misunderstood,
Barbara Tucker,
Von Mondo,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
The Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Deepchord,
Swans,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.