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 Andorra and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barclay James Harvest to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a synthesizer 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
FM Einheit,
Bang On A Can,
Throbbing Gristle,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Minnie Riperton,
Faust,
CMW,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Boredoms,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rosa Yemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bronski Beat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.