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 Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
Icehouse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
Warsaw,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
KRS-One,
Mr. Review,
The Slackers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kayak,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Al Stewart,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.