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 Montenegro and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 New Order to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
FM Einheit,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Pet Shop Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Connie Case,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Hoover,
Scott Walker,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thompson Twins,
Public Image Ltd.,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.