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 Cameroon and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Heaven 17 to the techno 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Harpers Bizarre,
Patti Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Kaleidoscope,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Moebius,
MDC,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Barracudas,
Silicon Teens,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
The Fugs,
The Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Alton Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
Sound Behaviour,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.