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 Comoros and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bad Manners,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Slave,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Cheater Slicks,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Tears for Fears,
Al Stewart,
The Fall,
Donald Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ornette Coleman,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.