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 Nauru and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
David Axelrod,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Archie Shepp,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camouflage,
MC5,
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Deepchord,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Motorama,
Japan,
The Birthday Party,
Crooked Eye,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.