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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masters at Work to the punk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Smiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gong,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.