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 Russia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Erasure,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June Days,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
John Holt,
Nico,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
The Victims,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.