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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Swans to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Scrapy,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Görl,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Bush Tetras,
Eden Ahbez,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
The Leaves,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Angry Samoans,
Simply Red,
Pagans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Nik Kershaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.