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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a 808 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 theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Pulsallama,
Can,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Todd Terry,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.