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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Enemy to the dance 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Accadde A,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mary Jane Girls,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Nas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Leonard Cohen,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
June of 44,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
Alton Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.