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 Tanzania and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Roger Hodgson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Shoche,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Lindisfarne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
Eyeless In Gaza,
48th St. Collective,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Dennis Brown,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
The Human League,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.