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 the UAE and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 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 Moby Grape 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
Malaria!,
Charles Mingus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fugs,
Cameo,
Excepter,
Schoolly D,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yaz,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oblivians,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
The Searchers,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.