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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Scientists to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Khruangbin,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Starr,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.