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 Argentina and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
Model 500,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Yellowson,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Marine Girls,
Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.