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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Neon Judgement,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Eli Mardock,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Black Pus,
Oblivians,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bang On A Can,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Vogues,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Drexciya,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scrapy,
The Gap Band,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.