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 Papua New Guinea and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
Leonard Cohen,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Silicon Teens,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Womack,
Rosa Yemen,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Visage,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.