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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Malaria!,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
The Fuzztones,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Scan 7,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
Ossler,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Moss Icon,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Wells,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Wings,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
Desert Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.