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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Altered Images,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
T.S.O.L.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Sun City Girls,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Human League,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Severed Heads,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
John Foxx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Bar-Kays,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
The Busters,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.