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 Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Captain Beefheart 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 York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jawbox,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
The Happenings,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Fear,
Skarface,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
Tim Buckley,
Sonic Youth,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.