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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
Cheater Slicks,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Jawbox,
Joyce Sims,
The Pretty Things,
Hashim,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.