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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
The Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Junior Murvin,
The Fuzztones,
Scott Walker,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Rapeman,
The Moleskins,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
Nico,
Mars,
Tres Demented,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Clarke,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.