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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Derrick Morgan,
Intrusion,
Carl Craig,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Flipper,
Kerri Chandler,
Skarface,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Fat Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hot Snakes,
Sister Nancy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
FM Einheit,
Reuben Wilson,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Underground Resistance,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.