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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Circle Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Bobby Sherman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Evens,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
Andrew Hill,
Quadrant,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Gil Scott Heron,
Can,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.