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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
The Saints,
Oneida,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sixth Finger,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.