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 France and from London.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum 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 snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Peter and Kerry,
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amazonics,
UT,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sex Pistols,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Juan Atkins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Bill Near,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.