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 Finland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 rhodes 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Technova,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiohead,
Brothers Johnson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Graham Central Station,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.