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 Mexico and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crime to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Lungfish,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
The Standells,
Trumans Water,
John Foxx,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Skriet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.