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 the UAE and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sparks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dead C,
The New Christs,
Gastr Del Sol,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slackers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Wells,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Sound Behaviour,
Nico,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
Main Source,
Soft Cell,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Loose Ends,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
Hardrive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Nils Olav,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Smoke,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.