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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an arpeggiator 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Can,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.