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 Burkina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 The Last Poets to the jazz 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Peter and Kerry,
Bob Dylan,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Ronan,
Jacob Miller,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Organ,
X-101,
B.T. Express,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Lalann,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.