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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Germs to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Smooth,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wally Richardson,
Television,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
The Last Poets,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wolf Eyes,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Faraquet,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Rosa Yemen,
Eurythmics,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.