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 Ivory Coast and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a marimba 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
The Birthday Party,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Average White Band,
Tears for Fears,
Little Man,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.