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 Lithuania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Remains to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Oblivians,
Soul II Soul,
The Cure,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Surgeon,
Magma,
Accadde A,
Average White Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jandek,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.