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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Japan,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Litter,
Pulsallama,
Crooked Eye,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Oneida,
Make Up,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Siglo XX,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bad Manners,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.