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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Barracudas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Absolute Body Control,
Inner City,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Ice-T,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The United States of America,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.