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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fuzztones to the disco 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Cameo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Magazine,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.