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 Korea North and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the funk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Arcadia,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
The American Breed,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
Boz Scaggs,
China Crisis,
Scott Walker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.