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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Archie Shepp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalann,
Lee Hazlewood,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Moby Grape,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.