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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.