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 Austria and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minny Pops,
Whodini,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Agitation Free,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Nik Kershaw,
Lower 48,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
Can,
The Smoke,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.