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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Grauzone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Radio Birdman,
Roxette,
Tears for Fears,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Liliput,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Cluster,
Little Man,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
X-Ray Spex,
Infiniti,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Fluxion,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.