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 Egypt and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oneida,
D'Angelo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
PIL,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
X-102,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.