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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deakin 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Can,
Aural Exciters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Spoonie Gee,
Quadrant,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Urselle,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Fugs,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Pet Shop Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultravox,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.