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 Burkina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
X-101,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
The Monks,
Barrington Levy,
ABBA,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Desert Stars,
Echospace,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Ossler,
Howard Jones,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
X-Ray Spex,
Minor Threat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.