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 Honduras and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Wire to the grunge 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Machine,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlback,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
China Crisis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.