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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Tubeway Army,
Angry Samoans,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
PIL,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
New Order,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
World's Most,
Pagans,
The Slits,
The Martian,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.