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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mojo Men,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
China Crisis,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Slits,
Deakin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne,
Cecil Taylor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Unwound,
Lungfish,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Agitation Free,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.