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 Vanuatu and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echospace to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Delta 5,
Al Stewart,
Visage,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Can,
Model 500,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Section 25,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Joy Division,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Ronnie Foster,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.