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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ronan,
Minor Threat,
Heaven 17,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Hardrive,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Franke,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Arthur Verocai,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.