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 Congo and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Flag,
Marmalade,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Theoretical Girls,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.