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 Angola and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Sound Behaviour to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Moby Grape,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Cramps,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
The Gladiators,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Ponytail,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Ten City,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.