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 Angola and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amazonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wire,
Pagans,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.