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 Nigeria and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Rundgren,
UT,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Near,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Nirvana,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Monolake,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül,
Howard Jones,
The Mummies,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.