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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Lucky Dragons,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zero Boys,
Second Layer,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.