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 Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Slits to the disco 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Erasure,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
David McCallum,
The Star Department,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Jandek,
James White and The Blacks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Visage,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
The Monochrome Set,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
The Birthday Party,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Morten Harket,
Black Flag,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Walker Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
World's Most,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
John Lydon,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eli Mardock,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Urselle,
the Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.