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 Slovenia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Wells to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Gong,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
Intrusion,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Groovy Waters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.