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 Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum 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 a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Near,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Grauzone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Josef K,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Rakim,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Franke,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.