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 Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
The Remains,
Wire,
Dawn Penn,
D'Angelo,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
The Saints,
Swell Maps,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Mantronix,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.