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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Eli Mardock,
The Pop Group,
Peter & Gordon,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
Ituana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
Section 25,
Q65,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.