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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rod Modell to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
The Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronnie Foster,
Harry Pussy,
Donald Byrd,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nas,
The Zeros,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.