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 Armenia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Banda Bassotti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sparks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Robert Görl,
Arthur Verocai,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
D'Angelo,
The Music Machine,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Nirvana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Danielle Patucci,
Fela Kuti,
Cybotron,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Q65,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
DJ Style,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.