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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Grauzone,
Little Man,
ABC,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Smog,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
a-ha,
Pulsallama,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Accadde A,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.