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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Skaos,
Deakin,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
Ultravox,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
This Heat,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
Sällskapet,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Rod Modell,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.