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 Chile and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Wake,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Maurizio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sällskapet,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
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U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
New York Dolls,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Youth Brigade,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.