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 Albania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Television,
The Martian,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Jacques Brel,
The Black Dice,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Searchers,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Alison Limerick,
Babytalk,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
New York Dolls,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.