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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Q65,
Moby Grape,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
MC5,
Robert Görl,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.