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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Black Bananas,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.