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 Thailand and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Black Pus,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kas Product,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Supertramp,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
10cc,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dead C,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.