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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vainqueur to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Minny Pops,
Boredoms,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Von Mondo,
JFA,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Pantaleimon,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
Camouflage,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Negative Approach,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.