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 Albania and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ice-T,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Tubeway Army,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
The Searchers,
The Star Department,
Television,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Metal Thangz,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Pylon,
Qualms,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.