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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris & Cosey,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Scion,
Ludus,
the Slits,
The Victims,
The Saints,
EPMD,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sonics,
X-101,
La Düsseldorf,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.