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 China and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Jandek,
Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Thee Headcoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.