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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Joensuu 1685 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Cale,
The Fugs,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
U.S. Maple,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grey Daturas,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
John Foxx,
Bill Wells,
Warren Ellis,
The Blackbyrds,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Model 500,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Average White Band,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.