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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terry Callier to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Outsiders,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
The Names,
The Searchers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
the Association,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
PIL,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
MC5,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The Monochrome Set,
Maleditus Sound,
Malaria!,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Invisible,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Radiohead,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.