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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Joey Negro to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Ludus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Skarface,
Duran Duran,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Metal Thangz,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
the Slits,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
The Dirtbombs,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
Pulsallama,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.