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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Piero Umiliani,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bronski Beat,
The Raincoats,
Todd Terry,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Brick,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.