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 Brazil and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Wyatt,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glenn Branca,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Gabor Szabo,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.