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 Syria and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Black Moon,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oneida,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Simply Red,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Quando Quango,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.