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 Ukraine and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Interpol to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
New York Dolls,
Can,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.