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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David Axelrod,
Stereo Dub,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
Icehouse,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Wells,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Duran Duran,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.