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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grauzone,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Darondo,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Clear Light,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Max Romeo,
Eric Copeland,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.