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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Trojans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Infiniti,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smoke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.