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 Latvia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the disco 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Stereo Dub,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Lakeside,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Mission of Burma,
Anthony Braxton,
The Red Krayola,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Sherman,
Crime,
Altered Images,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABC,
The Cure,
EPMD,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.