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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Evens to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Stereo Dub,
Camouflage,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
Mad Mike,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gories,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Golliwogs,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.