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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
Jacob Miller,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Scrapy,
Negative Approach,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Tommy Roe,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Sugar Minott,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.