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 Zimbabwe and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Camouflage,
Suicide,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Half Japanese,
Underground Resistance,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Piero Umiliani,
Fear,
Joe Finger,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.