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 Germany and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
10cc,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Slave,
The Standells,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultravox,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Outsiders,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel,
Porter Ricks,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.