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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sound Behaviour to the crunk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Monolake,
Wire,
Babytalk,
Ohio Players,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.