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 Suriname and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Index,
Pole,
Quantec,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swans,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
Can,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Alarm Clocks,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.