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 Lebanon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick May,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Tom Boy,
Lyres,
The Human League,
DNA,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
The Wake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
U.S. Maple,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Rosa Yemen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Lynne,
Main Source,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
the Bar-Kays,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.