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 South Africa and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Near,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Faust,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
X-101,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cramps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Funky Four + One,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Amon Düül II,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Connie Case,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.