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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Swans,
Chrome,
The Vogues,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Agent Orange,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.