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 Dominica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 a 808 and a theremin 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Delta 5,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Jacques Brel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Wire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
John Holt,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.