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 Libya and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
The Trojans,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
One Last Wish,
Monks,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Organ,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Slits,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonic Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barry Ungar,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Camberwell Now,
Alison Limerick,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Black Bananas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Chris Corsano,
Scientists,
The Techniques,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.