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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet 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 guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Skriet,
New Age Steppers,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Ludus,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
Blossom Toes,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Lydon,
CMW,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Aswad,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
Surgeon,
Ronnie Foster,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.