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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The United States of America,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Standells,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
Lightning Bolt,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Gong,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Echospace,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.