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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 L. Decosne to the crunk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Roger Hodgson,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Ultra Naté,
The Dead C,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Nico,
In Retrospect,
Pantaleimon,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Letta Mbulu,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Techniques,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minny Pops,
Marc Almond,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.