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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 the Germs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reuben Wilson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
London Community Gospel Choir,
X-Ray Spex,
Judy Mowatt,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Supertramp,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.