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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Almond,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
June of 44,
Aaron Thompson,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
The Standells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Thompson Twins,
EPMD,
Vladislav Delay,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.