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 Vietnam and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mantronix to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Jawbox,
Peter & Gordon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
L. Decosne,
The Tremeloes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
Ronan,
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.