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 Switzerland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skarface,
L. Decosne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
Suicide,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Rod Modell,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.