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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Flipper,
Smog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Camouflage,
James White and The Blacks,
Unrelated Segments,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
AZ,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.