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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Litter,
The Tremeloes,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Agitation Free,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Joy Division,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Invisible,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Fluxion,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Television,
Jawbox,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultimate Spinach,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.