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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Sandy B,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Kenny Larkin,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Khruangbin,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kaleidoscope,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Yellowson,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
The Moleskins,
Monks,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.