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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
MDC,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Green,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Albert Ayler,
Little Man,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fatback Band,
The Selecter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cluster,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.