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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
Pole,
Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Surgeon,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
Motorama,
Yazoo,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter & Gordon,
Alphaville,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.