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 Kosovo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Monks,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Main Source,
Fela Kuti,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Michelle Simonal,
Smog,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Half Japanese,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
The Litter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Metal Thangz,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.