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 Dominica and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
The Barracudas,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
The Gap Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Oneida,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Fatback Band,
the Association,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alice Coltrane,
Monolake,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Glambeats Corp.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Adolescents,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Matthew Bourne,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
Jeff Lynne,
Iggy Pop,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.