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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
Massinfluence,
This Heat,
Slave,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
The Victims,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Depeche Mode,
Moebius,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Motorama,
The Names,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris & Cosey,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Brothers Johnson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.