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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Theoretical Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Saints,
cv313,
Fugazi,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
the Slits,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
PIL,
Skriet,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.