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 Georgia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
Leonard Cohen,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Dennis Brown,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
Quantec,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blossom Toes,
Sight & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.