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 Grenada and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 The Wake to the electroclash 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
Yaz,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Main Source,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
B.T. Express,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.