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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
Joensuu 1685,
Darondo,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MDC,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Funkadelic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Los Fastidios,
Peter & Gordon,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Clear Light,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Groovy Waters,
Bronski Beat,
Rod Modell,
JFA,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.