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 Antigua and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grey Daturas to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an organ 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Ohio Players,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Swans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultravox,
Alison Limerick,
Television,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.