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 Belgium and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Half Japanese,
Rufus Thomas,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
MC5,
Juan Atkins,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DJ Sneak,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Pere Ubu,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
Donny Hathaway,
Matthew Halsall,
Fluxion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.