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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ituana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Siglo XX,
Schoolly D,
X-101,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Young Marble Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ken Boothe,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Grauzone,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Zero Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Motions,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.