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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ludus to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Neil Young,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Patti Smith,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Jawbox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
John Lydon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.