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 Philippines and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Con Funk Shun,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
cv313,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.