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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
Oneida,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Bourne,
JFA,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Dave Gahan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
Massinfluence,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Eden Ahbez,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
Ultravox,
Ultra Naté,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
CMW,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.