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 Syria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the dance 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Faraquet,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
The Beau Brummels,
The Velvet Underground,
EPMD,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.