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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blackbyrds,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
Unwound,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Radio Birdman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Zero Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Freddie Wadling,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.