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 Singapore and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Make Up,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Easy Going,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Connie Case,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
Angry Samoans,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reuben Wilson,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maurizio,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.