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 Nepal and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
UT,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flash Fearless,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Kenny Larkin,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
The Residents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Sherman,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Minor Threat,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.