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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Association,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
Livin' Joy,
F. McDonald,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
China Crisis,
Nick Fraelich,
Throbbing Gristle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anthony Braxton,
Skarface,
Peter and Kerry,
a-ha,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.