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 Kyrgyzstan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Gabor Szabo to the funk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Sparks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Selecter,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Pantaleimon,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators,
MDC,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Qualms,
Joy Division,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.