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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Zeros to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tubeway Army,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Move,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Wolf Eyes,
Faust,
Althea and Donna,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.