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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pulsallama to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Ronan,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Faust,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Moody Blues,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Henry Cow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
a-ha,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Brick,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.