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 Malaysia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Monks to the rap 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deepchord,
The Gladiators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Iggy Pop,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Wyatt,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
cv313,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cure,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
The J.B.'s,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.