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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Black Moon to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Funky Four + One,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ornette Coleman,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grauzone,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Subhumans,
the Swans,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Sheep,
Rakim,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Sound Behaviour,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Almond,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.