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 Denmark and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cheater Slicks to the rap 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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor,
Procol Harum,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
Bush Tetras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Wire,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Agent Orange,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.