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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the techno 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron 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 chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Von Mondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Connie Case,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Franke,
Mars,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Count Five,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Skatalites,
Fugazi,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Steve Hackett,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rakim,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.