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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tremeloes to the rock 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Halsall,
The Five Americans,
Bad Manners,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Basic Channel,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
T. Rex,
The Busters,
Gang Starr,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Sonics,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.