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 Kazakhstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Crooked Eye,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stetsasonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
the Swans,
Qualms,
the Association,
Fugazi,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
kango's stein massive,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Desert Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ice-T,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
New Age Steppers,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.