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 Kazakhstan and from New York.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a marimba 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
June of 44,
the Normal,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Gong,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Slackers,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
Japan,
Make Up,
Lower 48,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wings,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
Colin Newman,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.