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 Senegal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Neil Young to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
Siglo XX,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Loose Ends,
Subhumans,
Stetsasonic,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Monks,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Make Up,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Jacob Miller,
Crispy Ambulance,
Average White Band,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.