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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Eurythmics,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Iggy Pop,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Crispian St. Peters,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.