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 Mexico and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Albert Ayler to the punk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Rosa Yemen,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Robert Hood,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Visage,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Teasers,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
The Standells,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crispian St. Peters,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Organ,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Victims,
Girls At Our Best!,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.