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 Zambia and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Reagan Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Half Japanese,
Reuben Wilson,
Kayak,
ABBA,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Sex Pistols,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Angry Samoans,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Fat Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.