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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mr. Review,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
The Dirtbombs,
The Move,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Crime,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
The Human League,
Mission of Burma,
The Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.