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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a mellotron 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Gang of Four,
Scion,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Duran Duran,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Crash Course in Science,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
T. Rex,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.