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 Poland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Mojo Men to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Banda Bassotti,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Ice-T,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crispy Ambulance,
Youth Brigade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
The Tremeloes,
This Heat,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Scan 7,
Suicide,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
The Mummies,
Skarface,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.