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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Leaves,
The Motions,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Alison Limerick,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Oblivians,
The Selecter,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.