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 Marshall Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Absolute Body Control,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Mills,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Amon Düül II,
Supertramp,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tubeway Army,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Faraquet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mummies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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.