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 Italy and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Birthday Party,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Nils Olav,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Sparks,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
The Fortunes,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Black Flag,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Monks,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dead C,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.