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 Russia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Magazine 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Rekid,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Ludus,
The Happenings,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gap Band,
Simply Red,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric Dolphy,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.