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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Joy Division,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Oblivians,
the Fania All-Stars,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang of Four,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
The Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Brass Construction,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.