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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Urselle to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Nico,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.