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 Nepal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 an organ and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Albert Ayler,
Amon Düül,
a-ha,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Machine,
The Gories,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
MC5,
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.