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 Bhutan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Absolute Body Control,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
John Holt,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.