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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a güiro 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Robert Hood,
Gong,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Marvin Gaye,
Swell Maps,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Banda Bassotti,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Amazonics,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
The Star Department,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeff Lynne,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.