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 Croatia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Negative Approach to the electroclash 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Pop Group,
Lou Christie,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Connie Case,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
Q65,
Wolf Eyes,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
The Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Flash Fearless,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Birthday Party,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Aswad,
Slave,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
Adolescents,
Nas,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.