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 Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moby Grape to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Copeland,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
The Saints,
Franke,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slackers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Graham Central Station,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Sparks,
CMW,
Gichy Dan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
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.