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 Egypt and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ultravox to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang of Four,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Television,
The Vogues,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.