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 Bangladesh and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Flag,
Bad Manners,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
L. Decosne,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Raincoats,
Roxette,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Sherman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
DNA,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
B.T. Express,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.