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 the UAE and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Young Marble Giants to the techno 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Nik Kershaw,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
The Standells,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Main Source,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
the Normal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
the Swans,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Masters at Work,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Tubeway Army,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.