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 St Lucia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Joey Negro,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
The Vogues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
The Cure,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Delta 5,
The Standells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deakin,
John Lydon,
Soft Cell,
Joy Division,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.