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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Japan,
Fluxion,
John Lydon,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alphaville,
Kerri Chandler,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Sparks,
The Litter,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Scion,
Ponytail,
The Birthday Party,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.