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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Fugs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Normal,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
CMW,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.