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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Grey Daturas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Faraquet,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
Boz Scaggs,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Jimmy McGriff,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Wasted Youth,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.