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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Cal Tjader,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
Bob Dylan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Five Americans,
Smog,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Blake Baxter,
The Barracudas,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Severed Heads,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.