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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Ultravox,
The Motions,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.