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 Tuvalu and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Invisible,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Fluxion,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Tim Buckley,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.