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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Metal Thangz,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
The Trojans,
Janne Schatter,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Bang On A Can,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ituana,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.