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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Order 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
The Barracudas,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
MC5,
Country Teasers,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Move,
David McCallum,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
Desert Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxette,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
Jandek,
X-102,
Mars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.