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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Görl,
Sight & Sound,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter and Kerry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Minny Pops,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
The Trojans,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Machine,
Groovy Waters,
The Slackers,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.