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 Estonia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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?
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Section 25,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
B.T. Express,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Iggy Pop,
Cal Tjader,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Skarface,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mummies,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slits,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.