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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Nik Kershaw,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
The Dead C,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Sex Pistols,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minor Threat,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
Warsaw,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
X-102,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.