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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
10cc,
Qualms,
UT,
The Vogues,
Sällskapet,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Sly & The Family Stone,
AZ,
Swans,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Monolake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.