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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry's Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Star Department,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Alphaville,
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eve St. Jones,
David McCallum,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
Swell Maps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Evens,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Mo-Dettes,
Brand Nubian,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.