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 Lithuania and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Derrick May to the disco 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
Wally Richardson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Lightning Bolt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick Morgan,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
10cc,
Alison Limerick,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
DNA,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.