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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bob Dylan,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Simply Red,
Drexciya,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Josef K,
ABBA,
Scrapy,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Skriet,
Dave Gahan,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anthony Braxton,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Alphaville,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.