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 Micronesia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
The Dead C,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
Moss Icon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Accadde A,
The Walker Brothers,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Rosa Yemen,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echospace,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Rod Modell,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
Average White Band,
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Von Mondo,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.