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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
The Slackers,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Clear Light,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Bush Tetras,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smiths,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Joensuu 1685,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.