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 France and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pretty Things to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Subhumans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
David McCallum,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Eurythmics,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.