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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marcia Griffiths to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
The Monochrome Set,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Skaos,
Organ,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
Buzzcocks,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
Michelle Simonal,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
Grauzone,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
DJ Style,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.