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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
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 Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Neu!,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
Babytalk,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Technova,
John Cale,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lindisfarne,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Slits,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.