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 Maldives and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Gang Starr to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Infiniti,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Jawbox,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alton Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Simply Red,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Near,
Magma,
JFA,
cv313,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Rites of Spring,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.