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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Skarface,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Eric Copeland,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Freddie Wadling,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
the Swans,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.