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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
10cc,
Excepter,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Guru Guru,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Simply Red,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Joensuu 1685,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Au Pairs,
Can,
Marmalade,
Slave,
The Walker Brothers,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Sandy B,
Nick Fraelich,
Crooked Eye,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Womack,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.