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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mr. Review to the grime 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Reagan Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Hot Snakes,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Hashim,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.