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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Organ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Spoonie Gee,
Cecil Taylor,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Maurizio,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Livin' Joy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.