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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the dance 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
The Human League,
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Newcleus,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
Television,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Underground Resistance,
Accadde A,
Tubeway Army,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Joensuu 1685,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.