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 Monaco and from London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dark Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Juan Atkins,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Archie Shepp,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Little Man,
Masters at Work,
The Mummies,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Finger,
Bad Manners,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.