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 Uruguay and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dirtbombs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül II,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
the Bar-Kays,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Girls At Our Best!,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.