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 Korea South and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
Con Funk Shun,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Cameo,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Ituana,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Scion,
AZ,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minutemen,
Moebius,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.