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 Spain and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
The Slits,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul Sonic Force,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
The United States of America,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
The Misunderstood,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
The Human League,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
June of 44,
Shoche,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
The Gun Club,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.