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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Lower 48,
Sonic Youth,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Al Stewart,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Lalann,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warren Ellis,
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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.