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 Sudan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
The Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Searchers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Faust,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barry Ungar,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.