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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cymande to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television,
The Invisible,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
The Gap Band,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Procol Harum,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
June of 44,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.