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 Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
The Index,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
the Normal,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Star Department,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül II,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
The Real Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Thompson Twins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
JFA,
Bobby Womack,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Adolescents,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
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.