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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skaos to the rap 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fugazi,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Scratch Acid,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Jerry's Kids,
Sex Pistols,
X-Ray Spex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
the Normal,
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.