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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minny Pops 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an oboe 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Soul II Soul,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aswad,
Smog,
Gang of Four,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Joy Division,
Adolescents,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker,
Gabor Szabo,
The Velvet Underground,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tubeway Army,
The Dirtbombs,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radiohead,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.