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 Benin and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 New Age Steppers to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultra Naté,
Grauzone,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
K-Klass,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Liliput,
AZ,
Mandrill,
Arcadia,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cecil Taylor,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.