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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Boredoms to the punk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
Blake Baxter,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Blossom Toes,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Au Pairs,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.