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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Harry Pussy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
Infiniti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Echospace,
Moebius,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.