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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Blackbyrds to the dance 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Blossom Toes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television,
Bill Near,
Symarip,
The Index,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Cal Tjader,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
David Bowie,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blancmange,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Goldenarms,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.