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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Birthday Party to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Hot Snakes,
Parry Music,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
John Cale,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
The American Breed,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Mr. Review,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bush Tetras,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dead C,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.