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 Benin and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
In Retrospect,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Panda Bear,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Sandy B,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Misunderstood,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Marshall Jefferson,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
Skriet,
China Crisis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Rakim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.