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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
The Techniques,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Guru Guru,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Depeche Mode,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Excepter,
Urselle,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.