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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Rites of Spring,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Alice Coltrane,
Interpol,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Faust,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skarface,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Scion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.