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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Lakeside,
The Birthday Party,
Scion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Hoover,
Thompson Twins,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Sam Rivers,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.