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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
Jawbox,
Marc Almond,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
The Knickerbockers,
Nirvana,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
The Monks,
Groovy Waters,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Steve Hackett,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.