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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Lower 48,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
Supertramp,
R.M.O.,
Prince Buster,
Ice-T,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Ronan,
Panda Bear,
The Dead C,
Steve Hackett,
Warren Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.