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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
H. Thieme,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
the Association,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Model 500,
The Dirtbombs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Dark Day,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Almond,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.