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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
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 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Remains,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Sexual Harrassment,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alice Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
Bootsy Collins,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Siglo XX,
Agitation Free,
Eurythmics,
Gang Green,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
Derrick May,
Parry Music,
Babytalk,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.