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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Stetsasonic,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Das Ding,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Near,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Donald Byrd,
Grauzone,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Accadde A,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fuzztones,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Scion,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Clarke,
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.