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 Argentina and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Loose Ends to the rock 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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pole,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
Zapp,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Motorama,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Pretty Things,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Clear Light,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
the Swans,
Bad Manners,
Popol Vuh,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.