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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
The Toasters,
The Stooges,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sex Pistols,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Roxy Music,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Glenn Branca,
Warsaw,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Ten City,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.