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 Georgia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Pretty Things to the rap 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lyres,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
CMW,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Hashim,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Qualms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
the Association,
Amazonics,
The Smiths,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
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.