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 Bahrain 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Junior Murvin,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
Index,
Fatback Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fad Gadget,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.