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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wasted Youth,
Wings,
June Days,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Peter and Kerry,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
John Lydon,
The Cowsills,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
the Normal,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heaven 17,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.