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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Excepter to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Roy Ayers,
cv313,
Das Ding,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chris Corsano,
Hoover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
The Vogues,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unrelated Segments,
Lyres,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.