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 Belarus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Slick Rick to the funk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
The Smoke,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Trumans Water,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Lungfish,
Pole,
Faust,
Black Flag,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.