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 France and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Albert Ayler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Talk Talk,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Franke,
Country Teasers,
Royal Trux,
Cymande,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
X-Ray Spex,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Inner City,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brothers Johnson,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Bang On A Can,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.