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 Namibia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cowsills to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Joyce Sims,
Kayak,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Babytalk,
Pantytec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
X-102,
Pylon,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Japan,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
Intrusion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.