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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Anthony Braxton to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Dead C,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eden Ahbez,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
The Modern Lovers,
Bush Tetras,
Los Fastidios,
David Bowie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Parry Music,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
the Slits,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Guru Guru,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Bananas,
Rakim,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.