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 Algeria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
The Slackers,
Bluetip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Tubeway Army,
Shuggie Otis,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bootsy Collins,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Barclay James Harvest,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
Man Eating Sloth,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.