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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Cale 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
Unwound,
Scion,
Subhumans,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
Deakin,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Goldenarms,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
The Slackers,
R.M.O.,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Hashim,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.