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 Lithuania and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the techno 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 linndrum and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Bush Tetras,
Funkadelic,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub,
Rosa Yemen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Hoover,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Moby Grape,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.