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 Djibouti and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Monochrome Set,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Aswad,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Surgeon,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Spandau Ballet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.