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 Panama and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Womack,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
the Bar-Kays,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
The Fall,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.