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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Royal Trux to the rock 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Iggy Pop,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Sonics,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Depeche Mode,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.