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 Ukraine and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vainqueur,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Remains,
Motorama,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Black Pus,
kango's stein massive,
Los Fastidios,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.