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 Yemen and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suburban Knight to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pagans,
Erasure,
Magma,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Move,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thee Headcoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pharoah Sanders,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Deadbeat,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Lou Christie,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ituana,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.