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 Liberia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Laurel Aitken to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Terrestrial Tones,
Piero Umiliani,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
F. McDonald,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Livin' Joy,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Subhumans,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
The Gories,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.