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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Goldenarms,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Star Department,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Davy DMX,
the Sonics,
X-101,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Symarip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.