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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tom Boy,
Wolf Eyes,
Freddie Wadling,
June of 44,
John Coltrane,
Davy DMX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Gong,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Yaz,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
David Bowie,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Faraquet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
X-101,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.