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 Russia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers 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 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Joy Division,
JFA,
The Index,
Kayak,
The Tremeloes,
Youth Brigade,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Happenings,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Second Layer,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Bananas,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Sheep,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
The Knickerbockers,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.