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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ice-T to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Rakim,
The Smiths,
The Young Rascals,
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
This Heat,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Freddie Wadling,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.