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 Ukraine and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Technova to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
AZ,
Sparks,
Matthew Bourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Faust,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
The Residents,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
Peter & Gordon,
Sex Pistols,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Soul II Soul,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Anakelly,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.