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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Thee Headcoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Soft Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Kaleidoscope,
The Standells,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
Reuben Wilson,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
ABBA,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Lindisfarne,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.