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 Guyana and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Gladiators to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eddi Front,
Scrapy,
June Days,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
The Index,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
The Monks,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Pulsallama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Grauzone,
Y Pants,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.