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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Main Source,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Swans,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tres Demented,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Tom Boy,
Make Up,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.