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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 theremin and a 808 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Joy Division,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minny Pops,
Grauzone,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Mo-Dettes,
Rites of Spring,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Au Pairs,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Radio Birdman,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fugs,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
The Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.