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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stetsasonic,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aural Exciters,
The Divine Comedy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Icehouse,
Wings,
X-102,
John Cale,
Cymande,
Swell Maps,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Index,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Y Pants,
Steve Hackett,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.