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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet 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 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?
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Star Department,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Intrusion,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Icehouse,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.