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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Altered Images,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
the Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
La Düsseldorf,
Scratch Acid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monks,
Mars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronan,
Visage,
Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Fugazi,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.