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 Rwanda and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Jawbox,
Visage,
the Human League,
Pere Ubu,
The Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Patti Smith,
MC5,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nils Olav,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.