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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Gun Club,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Index,
Second Layer,
10cc,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
New Order,
Dennis Brown,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Brand Nubian,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Man Parrish,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.