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 Israel and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the funk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Quantec,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Faraquet,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Visage,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.