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 Cyprus and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pussy Galore 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Popol Vuh,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
The Names,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Ossler,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lower 48,
X-101,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Sandy B,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Aswad,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Cymande,
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.