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 Angola and from Halifax.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Dice to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Buckinghams,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Mad Mike,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.