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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the dance 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
Audionom,
JFA,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New Order,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.