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 Tonga and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
Tropical Tobacco,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cymande,
Eric Dolphy,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Panda Bear,
The Tremeloes,
Audionom,
the Germs,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Icehouse,
Ituana,
Main Source,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.