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 Rwanda and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The New Christs,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Suburban Knight,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Index,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Marine Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neu!,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.