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 Estonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 New York Dolls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Sherman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Smoke,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moleskins,
Pulsallama,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
F. McDonald,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Graham Central Station,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.