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 Seychelles and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 OOIOO to the jazz 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fad Gadget,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
The Invisible,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suicide,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moss Icon,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
UT,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
EPMD,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Erasure,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Main Source,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.