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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scan 7,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Bourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aaron Thompson,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
The Zeros,
Easy Going,
Avey Tare,
Khruangbin,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Marvin Gaye,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.