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 Namibia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Panda Bear,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Nas,
The Standells,
Roxette,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.