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 Lesotho and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Last Poets,
L. Decosne,
Television,
David Bowie,
Todd Terry,
Fat Boys,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Guru Guru,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Amon Düül II,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
New Order,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
John Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.