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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum 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,
Accadde A,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ice-T,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
MC5,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Franke,
Sex Pistols,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Organ,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.