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 Germany and from New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gong,
Wire,
Yusef Lateef,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Pantytec,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
B.T. Express,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joy Division,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Zapp,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.