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 Panama and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Thee Headcoats,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
Deadbeat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Japan,
The Index,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
D'Angelo,
Aloha Tigers,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Gabor Szabo,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
Marshall Jefferson,
UT,
Cameo,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vainqueur,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.