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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bologna and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zero Boys,
CMW,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
The Litter,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Tommy Roe,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Radiohead,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.