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 Malaysia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
The Smoke,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Japan,
The Residents,
Rufus Thomas,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dirtbombs,
Skriet,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
D'Angelo,
The New Christs,
Scientists,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Mandrill,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Pussy Galore,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Martian,
DNA,
Mark Hollis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.