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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Main Source,
Danielle Patucci,
Josef K,
Index,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
The Happenings,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Real Kids,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
the Slits,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Lynne,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.