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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
the Swans,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Mantronix,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nils Olav,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry's Kids,
Joey Negro,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.