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 San Marino and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ultra Naté to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
The Stooges,
Harry Pussy,
the Sonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Boredoms,
Metal Thangz,
Tom Boy,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
The Raincoats,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Drexciya,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
The Vogues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.