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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Detroit Cobras to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
Livin' Joy,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Raincoats,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Moebius,
Funkadelic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Roxette,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
Pussy Galore,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
Derrick Morgan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
The Sonics,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.