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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Roxy Music to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bad Manners,
Faust,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
The Cure,
Brick,
the Germs,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
Model 500,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Ten City,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Bobby Womack,
Popol Vuh,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.