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 Bhutan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Ultravox to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
the Normal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Leonard Cohen,
The Skatalites,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Clear Light,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
The Motions,
The Last Poets,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Pagans,
Cluster,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
The Sound,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.