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 Philippines and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Aaron Thompson,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
The Cure,
Skarface,
The New Christs,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Radiopuhelimet,
Freddie Wadling,
Sarah Menescal,
Minutemen,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
Man Eating Sloth,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Jerry's Kids,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.