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 Belgium and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Country Teasers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Average White Band,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Los Fastidios,
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Nils Olav,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
the Slits,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.