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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Girls At Our Best! to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a theremin 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Yaz,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
cv313,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Whodini,
Suicide,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Gichy Dan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.