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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Ponytail,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
Fat Boys,
the Association,
Mark Hollis,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Mars,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bauhaus,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joey Negro,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slackers,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.