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 Romania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blackbyrds 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Angels of Light,
E-Dancer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Remains,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Hasil Adkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Organ,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.