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 Barbados and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Yaz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quadrant,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lungfish,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Zapp,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.