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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Agitation Free,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Aloha Tigers,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
The Mojo Men,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Ken Boothe,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tubeway Army,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.