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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
The Searchers,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
Fela Kuti,
Blake Baxter,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
CMW,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.