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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 PIL to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Piero Umiliani,
Joy Division,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Ossler,
Heaven 17,
Pylon,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Quadrant,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.