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 Greece and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buzzcocks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blossom Toes,
Rosa Yemen,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.