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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Brick,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monks,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.