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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Aswad 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Excepter,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Parry Music,
Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.