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 Micronesia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scion,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
F. McDonald,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Main Source,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
Soft Machine,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.