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 Jordan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Faust,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blancmange,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Can,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.