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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Real Kids,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
Nas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Franke,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bauhaus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Anthony Braxton,
Minny Pops,
Slick Rick,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.