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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Royal Trux to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Symarip,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Easy Going,
Joe Smooth,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
The Cramps,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.