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 Ukraine and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Skatalites to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Agent Orange,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Black Sheep,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Max Romeo,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Thee Headcoats,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
The Move,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
Warren Ellis,
Pylon,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Stooges,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
a-ha,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.