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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Swans,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Rosa Yemen,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Rod Modell,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Outsiders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.