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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
PIL,
Dead Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
It's A Beautiful Day,
One Last Wish,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Neil Young,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Jacob Miller,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
The Raincoats,
The Real Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
the Germs,
The Index,
KRS-One,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Janne Schatter,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.