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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the rap 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Bush Tetras,
Dual Sessions,
Little Man,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Ossler,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television Personalities,
Radiopuhelimet,
Saccharine Trust,
Technova,
Pussy Galore,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lindisfarne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Count Five,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Sparks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gregory Isaacs,
PIL,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
Scrapy,
Skarface,
Arcadia,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.