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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Warsaw to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Rosa Yemen,
Cameo,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Animal Collective,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Franke,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Bauhaus,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
R.M.O.,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
The Beau Brummels,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.