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 Iran and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 New York and Salvador.
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 guitar 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Circle Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hasil Adkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Rotary Connection,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Tres Demented,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.