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 Dominican Republic and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Franke to the disco 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Martian,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Germs,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Ossler,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Al Stewart,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
ABBA,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
Technova,
Siglo XX,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Crime,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Saints,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.