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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Five Americans,
Graham Central Station,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Saints,
Tim Buckley,
Motorama,
Mandrill,
June of 44,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
The Gap Band,
Chrome,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.