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 Congo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 X-101 to the disco 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Chris & Cosey,
The Busters,
Monks,
Godley & Creme,
Faust,
The United States of America,
Crash Course in Science,
The Saints,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monks,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Magazine,
Malaria!,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.