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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dead C,
Eurythmics,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
T.S.O.L.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Style,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Leonard Cohen,
Newcleus,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Scion,
Duran Duran,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.