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 Oman and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 sitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Boredoms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Thee Headcoats,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Five Americans,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.