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 Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zero Boys,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Godley & Creme,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Matthew Bourne,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Heaven 17,
Silicon Teens,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
AZ,
The Saints,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.