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 Ghana and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
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 marimba 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 Marmalade to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Tommy Roe,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Ludus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
OOIOO,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Lynne,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Livin' Joy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Goldenarms,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
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.