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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
MC5,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Boredoms,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
CMW,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Alton Ellis,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Faust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Moleskins,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
The New Christs,
Oblivians,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.