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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mad Mike to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
a-ha,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bauhaus,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.