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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Fugazi,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Clear Light,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monks,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Prince Buster,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
Fela Kuti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
cv313,
Wolf Eyes,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Boz Scaggs,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.