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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Albert Ayler,
Chris & Cosey,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Warren Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Görl,
Danielle Patucci,
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brick,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Smog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.