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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Ituana,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Pus,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacob Miller,
Vladislav Delay,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Spoonie Gee,
Fluxion,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.