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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Scan 7,
The Gories,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Nas,
Fear,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Camberwell Now,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Eden Ahbez,
Magma,
U.S. Maple,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.