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 Solomon Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Warren Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
The Golliwogs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
Groovy Waters,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Lakeside,
This Heat,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
The Gories,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.