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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Index,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Lou Christie,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slackers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gichy Dan,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.