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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
The Star Department,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Buzzcocks,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
PIL,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
New Order,
Skaos,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Motions,
MDC,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Sister Nancy,
Godley & Creme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.