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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Althea and Donna to the techno 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Lynne,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Happenings,
Country Teasers,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gabor Szabo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
MC5,
Quadrant,
The Martian,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Enemy,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
U.S. Maple,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.