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 St Lucia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Style to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hoover,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
Albert Ayler,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Silicon Teens,
These Immortal Souls,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
Index,
Q65,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
AZ,
Blancmange,
Moebius,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Babytalk,
John Lydon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Moby Grape,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Jawbox,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.