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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fuzztones to the disco 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Barracudas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Green,
Arthur Verocai,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Count Five,
Spoonie Gee,
New Age Steppers,
New Order,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
Franke,
Chrome,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
John Lydon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Aswad,
Wings,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.