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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a marimba 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Trojans,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gories,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Newcleus,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
Deakin,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Womack,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.