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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mojo Men,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Visage,
The Sound,
Ponytail,
The Young Rascals,
John Coltrane,
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The J.B.'s,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Cecil Taylor,
The Index,
The Last Poets,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.