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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Ossler,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Visage,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
The Pretty Things,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Audionom,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Sheep,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Dark Day,
Bill Wells,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.