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 Peru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
Mars,
Rekid,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Rosa Yemen,
Unrelated Segments,
Maurizio,
the Soft Cell,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Con Funk Shun,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Litter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.