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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Scientists,
Andrew Hill,
Japan,
Amon Düül,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Average White Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Bad Manners,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pere Ubu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
the Sonics,
L. Decosne,
Charles Mingus,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Gong,
The Slits,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Smiths,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Fad Gadget,
Wings,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
The Trojans,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.