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 Moldova and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Knickerbockers to the rap 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Shoche,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Finger,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Monks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
cv313,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.