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 East Timor and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 H. Thieme to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
the Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Associates,
The Cure,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mr. Review,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Boredoms,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
PIL,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oneida,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Finger,
Tomorrow,
E-Dancer,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Shoche,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Parry Music,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.