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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Magazine,
DNA,
Nick Fraelich,
Fear,
Urselle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warsaw,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.