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 Latvia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Hoover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Donny Hathaway,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Fraelich,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare,
Tears for Fears,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Associates,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.