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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ossler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 snare and a marimba 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
The Gories,
Camouflage,
Gang Starr,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
the Slits,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
PIL,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.