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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Funkadelic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Roxette,
Babytalk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Ken Boothe,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
B.T. Express,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
Patti Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
OOIOO,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.