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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun City Girls,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
Mark Hollis,
Accadde A,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Sugar Minott,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.