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 Senegal and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gichy Dan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Pulsallama,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
The Walker Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bad Manners,
Can,
Steve Hackett,
Talk Talk,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Finger,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.