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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Matthew Bourne,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lungfish,
Cluster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
The Birthday Party,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The New Christs,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.