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 Samoa and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Delta 5,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Qualms,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Arthur Verocai,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marmalade,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
The Cure,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Prince Buster,
The Velvet Underground,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Hoover,
Skriet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David McCallum,
The Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.