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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Standells to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Model 500,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.