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 Laos and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
Fear,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Angry Samoans,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Cameo,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Style,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
The Names,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
UT,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.