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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 güiro and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Cramps,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
Agent Orange,
The Zeros,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.