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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nils Olav,
Stiv Bators,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skriet,
Nico,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Vainqueur,
Amazonics,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
Bad Manners,
Scion,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.