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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the güiro 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Faraquet,
Brick,
The Mummies,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Deadbeat,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Thompson Twins,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grauzone,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.