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 France and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drive Like Jehu to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
T. Rex,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neu!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chrome,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Black Moon,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.