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 Turkey and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Erasure,
The Gladiators,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smoke,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.