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 Malaysia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Whodini,
Essential Logic,
Mad Mike,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerri Chandler,
One Last Wish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Alton Ellis,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.