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 Fiji and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
Patti Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Grass Roots,
The Sonics,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fugazi,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.