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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sex Pistols to the dance 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Underground Resistance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
Darondo,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Gabor Szabo,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
The Martian,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Sister Nancy,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Von Mondo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.