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 Libya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bauhaus,
Q and Not U,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Zapp,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Modern Lovers,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
Freddie Wadling,
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.