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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Oblivians to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Pagans,
Hoover,
Scrapy,
Suburban Knight,
Desert Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
Barry Ungar,
The Angels of Light,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.