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 Kingdom and from Portland.
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 London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a mellotron 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?
cv313,
The Five Americans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Technova,
Bauhaus,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Moby Grape,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.