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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 güiro and a snare 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 guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Monks,
The Fall,
Ronnie Foster,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun City Girls,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Quando Quango,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
Half Japanese,
Porter Ricks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Tres Demented,
The Doors,
X-102,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.