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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Alarm Clocks to the crunk 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Marshall Jefferson,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Ultimate Spinach,
E-Dancer,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Urselle,
Sixth Finger,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
The Knickerbockers,
Echospace,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
June Days,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.