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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Pussy Galore,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Names,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Clear Light,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
The Blues Magoos,
Alison Limerick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Letta Mbulu,
Los Fastidios,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.