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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the crunk 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
The American Breed,
Animal Collective,
Accadde A,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
Kurtis Blow,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Slackers,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Model 500,
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fuzztones,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Delta 5,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Scott Walker,
The Residents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.