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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the electroclash 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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?
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Frankie Knuckles,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Television,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Pole,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Quando Quango,
John Coltrane,
Average White Band,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Radio Birdman,
Gabor Szabo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.