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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Count Five to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Severed Heads,
Erasure,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Radiopuhelimet,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Pagans,
Simply Red,
PIL,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Little Man,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
June Days,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Das Ding,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Crime,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
The Toasters,
Masters at Work,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.