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 Russia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Stereo Dub,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Eric Dolphy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Magma,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Y Pants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.