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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Pus,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Hardrive,
Angry Samoans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Severed Heads,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Victims,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Mad Mike,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Unwound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.