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 Swaziland and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Faust,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
Sex Pistols,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
The Associates,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Index,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.