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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Surgeon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Essential Logic,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grauzone,
Peter and Kerry,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Buzzcocks,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
Procol Harum,
Smog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Monolake,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Lindisfarne,
The Seeds,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.