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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the dance 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siglo XX,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
The Busters,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Aloha Tigers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Walker Brothers,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacques Brel,
Graham Central Station,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.