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 Australia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Urselle,
Hashim,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scion,
Section 25,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Josef K,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Count Five,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Davy DMX,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.