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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 spring reverb and a clarinet 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Lakeside,
JFA,
The Mojo Men,
Vainqueur,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Juan Atkins,
Ultra Naté,
Howard Jones,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
R.M.O.,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.