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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
E-Dancer,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Average White Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nick Fraelich,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Joensuu 1685,
The United States of America,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Hashim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
The Trojans,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Massinfluence,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.