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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Zeros,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Steve Hackett,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nirvana,
The Names,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harpers Bizarre,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Ralphi Rosario,
E-Dancer,
Crispian St. Peters,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
MDC,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Silicon Teens,
Magma,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Malaria!,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.