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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Symarip to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Aswad,
Banda Bassotti,
Severed Heads,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Goldenarms,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Saints,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Nico,
Subhumans,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Outsiders,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.