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 Iraq 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
This Heat,
Lou Christie,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
Ponytail,
Barclay James Harvest,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Magma,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
Joe Smooth,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Josef K,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
The Doors,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.