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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Blancmange,
Robert Hood,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
Camberwell Now,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Porter Ricks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.