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 Argentina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Outsiders to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Half Japanese,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Gong,
Bronski Beat,
Q and Not U,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
E-Dancer,
Skriet,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Shoche,
Terry Callier,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.