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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Iggy Pop,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Gang Starr,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Donny Hathaway,
Spandau Ballet,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
T. Rex,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.