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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Faraquet,
Ten City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Surgeon,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
JFA,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Mr. Review,
Althea and Donna,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.