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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
Icehouse,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
The Offenders,
Warren Ellis,
Qualms,
cv313,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soul II Soul,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Charles Mingus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Minnie Riperton,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Fear,
The Standells,
Gong,
Cheater Slicks,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.