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 Somalia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sparks,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed,
Unwound,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
the Slits,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Ossler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.