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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Slave,
Can,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
The Grass Roots,
Delta 5,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.