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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the grunge 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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pagans,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
The Gun Club,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Aaron Thompson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Bronski Beat,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Vogues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Index,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tim Buckley,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Wolf Eyes,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.