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 Bhutan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 AZ to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Bauhaus,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
K-Klass,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.