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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia 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 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 Roy Ayers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The Toasters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camberwell Now,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
June Days,
Y Pants,
the Human League,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Yellowson,
Q and Not U,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Cheater Slicks,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.