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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Soft Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bad Manners,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roxette,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deakin,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Unwound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
CMW,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.