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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Darondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
Magazine,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arthur Verocai,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Letta Mbulu,
Dead Boys,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.