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 Chile and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Con Funk Shun,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
The Star Department,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Absolute Body Control,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drexciya,
The Black Dice,
The Red Krayola,
Siglo XX,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Jeff Lynne,
Newcleus,
The Slits,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.