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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Young Marble Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Rufus Thomas,
Banda Bassotti,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
the Germs,
DNA,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Walker Brothers,
The Trojans,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Rod Modell,
Stiv Bators,
Connie Case,
Qualms,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Skriet,
Bill Wells,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Subhumans,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Brick,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.