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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DNA,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Brothers Johnson,
Joyce Sims,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.