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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Fela Kuti 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood,
John Holt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Main Source,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bang On A Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
Barbara Tucker,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Crime,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
These Immortal Souls,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.