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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hardrive to the punk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Leaves,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Toni Rubio,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
Simply Red,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Radio Birdman,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Neu!,
Make Up,
Ten City,
Aloha Tigers,
The Happenings,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
Siglo XX,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Aswad,
Hoover,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.