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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Smoke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Neon Judgement,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Ornette Coleman,
Mo-Dettes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Lindisfarne,
The Black Dice,
The Smoke,
Wire,
The Standells,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Mars,
CMW,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.