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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soul II Soul to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Donny Hathaway,
Camouflage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ludus,
Jawbox,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Harmonia,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Heaven 17,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Carl Craig,
Funky Four + One,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.