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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Sällskapet,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Vogues,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Sun City Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Minutemen,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Subhumans,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Spandau Ballet,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal,
Malaria!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.