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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a chamberlin 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
The Count Five,
the Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Liliput,
Hoover,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fuzztones,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Enemy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.