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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Nirvana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Archie Shepp,
Harry Pussy,
Royal Trux,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Absolute Body Control,
Fugazi,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Slave,
Franke,
The Slits,
CMW,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Underground Resistance,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Make Up,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
kango's stein massive,
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.