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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Little Man,
Gang of Four,
Gang Green,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Icehouse,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Doors,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brick,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.