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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Dual Sessions,
Wire,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
Heaven 17,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Half Japanese,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bob Dylan,
John Lydon,
Excepter,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.