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 Venezuela and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mandrill,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Fraelich,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Moss Icon,
The Gap Band,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nirvana,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
Bootsy Collins,
Pussy Galore,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Yellowson,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.