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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barrington Levy,
Quantec,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed,
Joey Negro,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
Eric Dolphy,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sandy B,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.