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 Hungary and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pylon to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Juan Atkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Offenders,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
AZ,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Joe Smooth,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Standells,
Cymande,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.