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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Dawn Penn,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Reagan Youth,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Talk Talk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oneida,
Skarface,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cowsills,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Scientists,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.