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 Tonga and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
This Heat,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arab on Radar,
Minutemen,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Toni Rubio,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.