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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantytec,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Move,
Roxy Music,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Unwound,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Visage,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
Magazine,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sarah Menescal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.