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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smiths to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Hoover,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.