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 United States and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Altered Images,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
The Saints,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gories,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
MC5,
Pussy Galore,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Radio Birdman,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.