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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
EPMD,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare,
The Toasters,
Ponytail,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
The Moleskins,
Banda Bassotti,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Lightning Bolt,
Barbara Tucker,
Crooked Eye,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Modern Lovers,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.