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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deadbeat,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Pierre Henry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Connie Case,
The Kinks,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Sixth Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Subhumans,
Skaos,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
Joe Finger,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Japan,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.